Depended on beer to carry me through,
depended on love when I met you.
A life of dependence, I have known,
seeds of stagnation I have sown.
A new me is now on the rise,
won’t the world be surprised!
A fresh look, a sharp gleam,
a whole new life of self-esteem.
So now the old me bids you adieu,
’cause the new me has some living to do!
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